Marshall Mathers one shots

Teenage pregnancy

Pairing: teenage Marshall Mathers x teenage female reader

description: You are a young girl who's pregnant with Marshall's kid

Warnings: angst

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You were only 16.

Your hands were shaking and tears were falling down your jaw.

Positive.

You read it again.

Positive

It is real. Your pregnancy test is positive. You are pregnant. You panicked, so hard. You didn't think a few nights with your boyfriend would lead to something like this.

You sometimes forgot to use a condom and you didn't use the pill. Stupid. Stupid of you both.

Of course you knew this could happen, but you didn't expect something like this to actually happen.

You weren't ready for it, not mentally, but also financially. You couldn't afford baby products, but abortion is also too expensive.

You had to discuss this with Marshall, who was waiting outside the bathroom. Nervous.

You turned to him, there he was, his leg was shaking. He looked at you, he saw the panicked look on your face.

He looked at the test in your hands, "is it?" He asked and you nodded.

He was smiling, why...why was he laughing? It's not a joke. You're pregnant, you're both pregnant. That's no laughing matter.

He came to hug you and kissed your forehead. "We're going to be parents," he said, a little too happily for your liking.

You pushed him away a bit and looked at him confused. "Why are you happy about that?" You asked, you were just kids.

"We can start a family together," he said, seeing this in a completely different way than you did.

"And that doesn't scare you?" You asked, you were scared, you were very scared.

He thought about that, "Well, it's unexpected, but that doesn't mean it's a bad thing, right?" He asked.

You shrugged your shoulders "I don't know, Marshall. We can't even afford food for ourselves let alone with a little one?" You said.

He looked down, he thought about it.

You were broke, but really so broke. You both ran away from your parents. You away from your alcoholic father and he from his manipulative and narcissistic mother.

You have no place to live with a baby, you now live with your aunt, but she doesn't want to be woken up every night by your baby's crying.

Your aunt took you in out of pity, not love.

Marshall sighed "what are you proposing? Abortion?" He asked, you shook your head "abortion is way too expensive we can't afford that" you said, he nodded.

"But suppose we had the money, would you want that baby?" He asked, you were young too. Caring for a child is no small feat.

You thought about it: "Of course I want a child, but I want to give them everything I can, without money we can't raise a child, right?" You asked.

"Our parents did that, they are broke as fuck" he pointed out to you, you shook your head.

"And how did that work out for us? Your mother hurt you and my father didn't even look at me" you said, it was the truth.

If your parents did that to you, maybe you would do the same to your children.

"We are not our parents, y/n. We can ensure that our child does not have the childhood we had," he said, almost pleading.

"This is all easy for you to say, you don't have to carry a child for 9 months and then give birth to it," you snapped at him.

"Jeez, is that the hormones talking or something?" He asked, clearly irritated.

You got very angry and slapped him in the face "fuck you" you said and you walked to the door and left.

You just went for a walk, you needed to get some fresh air, this was all too much.

And maybe you shouldn't have yelled at Marshall like that, but he certainly shouldn't have made that comment.

This also made you doubt, if you two start arguing now, what will it be like if that child is there?

Why couldn't you just use a damn condom. Fuck. You were so angry.

After a while you came back home, Marshall was heating up some leftover frozen pizza.

"Do you want some?" He asked, you didn't look at him when you said "I'm not hungry"

You wanted to go upstairs but Marshall took your arm and stopped you. "You have to eat for two now," he said.

You just gave him a dirty look and walked to the table. You were hungry, of course. "Listen, I shouldn't have made that comment, that was really a Dick move from me," he apologizes.

"Indeed," you said, still angry. He sighed and placed the pizza on the table.

You noticed that he only gave you a plate and not for himself.

That kept you from being stubborn. "Aren't you going to eat?" You asked worried.

He shook his head "no, we only have half a pizza and you have to eat more than me right now" he said.

You shook your head "no Marshall you have to eat too, eat" you said.

"Don't worry about me, I'll be fine" he said, you cut the pizza into half and gave the other half to him.

"Please, my child needs a father" you said, it was then you realized that you had subconsciously decided to keep the child.

He looked at you with doe eyes. "Does this mean that you want to raise the child together?" he asked, full of hope.

"I-" You stared a bit forward, thinking about your answer. "we have to prepare well but I think we can do it" you said, hesitantly.

He walked over to you and hugged you. "You're going to be a great mom and I'm going to be the best dad ever," he said.

You laughed "yeah I heard it already, our child is going to be a daddy's kid" you joked.

He shrugged "probably" he said.

It was a scary ride, but you can handle it, right?

You guys are strong, broke, but strong. You'll be fine with a few extra shifts at work, and extra jobs. Maybe it will be enough to raise a child.

It's all going to be okay, there's two of you. Marshall isn't going anywhere, he's not going to abandon his child.

Not like his father left him, not like your mother left you. You and him are going to be there for your child.

And give them the love they deserve. And the parents you had weren't perfect, but like Marshall said, you are not your parents.

You can handle this.

I'm sorry this one is so short, I'm suddenly very busy with everything😅 I might make a part two of this if you guys like this concept (and when I have some more time😂)